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Mayor of Kabul
My heart beats
like jack boots
marching on dusty streets
The only place to hide
is beneath a veil
I fought to decline
They come
to poison up the well
We’re waiting
it’s all there is
Each of my children
take a finger on my right hand
a little fist around each one
And my husband
grips the other hand
as we dearly clutch our tears
They come
to bleed this well dry
We’re wai...
Monday 23rd August 2021 11:22 am
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